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Yes, he's fine. He lies around the house all day long and looks at me with those strange, muddy eyes-as if he'd seen something that had blasted away most of whatever intelligence a cat has. He's just great. 1 put him out with a broom at night because I don't like to touch him. I just kind of sweep at him with it and he goes. And the other day when 1 opened the door, Ellie, he had a mouse-or what was left of it. He'd strewed the guts hell to breakfast. And speaking of breakfast, I skipped mine that morning. Otherwise- "He's just fine."

Louis had time to notice that Gage was wearing a jumper he had never seen before-it looked like more of Grandda's work to Louis. Then Ellie hurtled into him and shinnied up him like a tree.

"Hi, Daddy" she bellowed and smacked his cheek heartily.

"Daddy, how's Church?" Ellie asked as he set her down. It was a question Louis had expected, but not Ellie's anxious face, and the deep worry line that appeared between her dark blue eyes. Louis frowned and then glanced at Rachel.

Louis bent between his two kids and planted a kiss on her mouth. "Hi."

Rachel came up then, her traveling bag and pocketbook slung over one arm, Gage's diaper bag slung over the other. I'LL BE A BIG BOY SOON was printed on the side of the diaper bag, a sentiment probably meant more to cheer up the parents than the diaper-wearing child. She looked like a professional photographer at the end of a long, grueling assignment.

Louis bent between his two kids and planted a kiss on her mouth. "Hi."

Yes, he's fine. He lies around the house all day long and looks at me with those strange, muddy eyes-as if he'd seen something that had blasted away most of whatever intelligence a cat has. He's just great. 1 put him out with a broom at night because I don't like to touch him. I just kind of sweep at him with it and he goes. And the other day when 1 opened the door, Ellie, he had a mouse-or what was left of it. He'd strewed the guts hell to breakfast. And speaking of breakfast, I skipped mine that morning. Otherwise- "He's just fine."

"Dweems" He gave Louis's hair a hearty tug.

"Why, Church is fine, honey," Louis said slowly.

Rachel came up then, her traveling bag and pocketbook slung over one arm, Gage's diaper bag slung over the other. I'LL BE A BIG BOY SOON was printed on the side of the diaper bag, a sentiment probably meant more to cheer up the parents than the diaper-wearing child. She looked like a professional photographer at the end of a long, grueling assignment.

"I got him changed in the toilet," she said. "I don't think it's a virus or anything. He was just airsick."

"Come on, gang," Louis said, and they started down to the baggage area.

"Too many turkey sandwiches after the big day, that's my guess," Rachel said. "She had a bout of diarrhea too. Set her mind at rest, Louis, and let's get out of this airport. I've seen enough airports in the last week to last me for at least five years."

"Why, Church is fine, honey," Louis said slowly.

"I got him changed in the toilet," she said. "I don't think it's a virus or anything. He was just airsick."

They had gotten as far as the station wagon in the parking lot when Gage began saying "Pretty, pretty," in a strange, hiccupping voice. This time he whoopsed all over Louis, who had put on a new pair of double-knit slacks for the plane-meeting occasion. Apparently Gage thought pretty was the code word for I've got to throw up now, so sorry, stand clear.

Louis had time to notice that Gage was wearing a jumper he had never seen before-it looked like more of Grandda's work to Louis. Then Ellie hurtled into him and shinnied up him like a tree.

"Come on, gang," Louis said, and they started down to the baggage area.

"Hi, hon," he said and bent over to catch Gage. He pulled him up into the crook of his arm and hugged them both. "I'm glad to see you back."

Yes, he's fine. He lies around the house all day long and looks at me with those strange, muddy eyes-as if he'd seen something that had blasted away most of whatever intelligence a cat has. He's just great. 1 put him out with a broom at night because I don't like to touch him. I just kind of sweep at him with it and he goes. And the other day when 1 opened the door, Ellie, he had a mouse-or what was left of it. He'd strewed the guts hell to breakfast. And speaking of breakfast, I skipped mine that morning. Otherwise- "He's just fine."

"Dweems" He gave Louis's hair a hearty tug.

"I got him changed in the toilet," she said. "I don't think it's a virus or anything. He was just airsick."

"She woke up screaming over the weekend," Rachel said quietly. "She had a nightmare."

They had gotten as far as the station wagon in the parking lot when Gage began saying "Pretty, pretty," in a strange, hiccupping voice. This time he whoopsed all over Louis, who had put on a new pair of double-knit slacks for the plane-meeting occasion. Apparently Gage thought pretty was the code word for I've got to throw up now, so sorry, stand clear.

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